ND didst thou, then, unchanged, unmoved,For years still cling to one,Nor e'er forget that one beloved,Though hope almost was gone?And didst thou in full many a scene,When all around was gay,Still turn to hours that once had been,And her so far away?
Blessings upon thy faithful heart!That heart which nought could change;Time failed to bid its love depart,Or absence to estrange.Years passed upon their rapid wings,The scenes of earth swept on;Yet, firm amid all fleeting things,Thy heart still clung to one.
And now, when hope at last appears,Oh! may that loved one proveThe rainbow of thy future years!The pole-star of thy love!And like the moon, with borrowed ray,In thy light only shine;Feel every cloud that dims thy way,And share each joy of thine.
Yes, dearest! now I feel to beThine own in heart and hand,And cheerfully I leave for theeMy home and native land.I take thy lot,—in joy or pain,One wish one prayer is mine,That life nor death may break the chainWhich binds my soul to thine.